Wednesday, December 22, 2004

When I was a kid I collected rocks. My favorites were always the ones that looked like plain old rocks, until you tilted them just right in the lights and could see, running along the sides in streams and pools, shimmers and colors. It was like opening a door to a room you know and finding something completely different on the other side.

These days, that's how I feel about flying across the country.

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